January 30th, 2014

dreams, insomnia, sleep

I am a tiny guinea pig

I had a dream last night that I was in college and living in the dorms (this is a common setting for my dreams for some reason), and I had a small pet, like a guinea pig, and her name was Jinny (or, very imaginatively, Guinea?), and she ran free in our dorm room (Katherine was my roommate).

It was the start of a new school year, and the new "dorm manager" was really strict, and he was telling us that we couldn't take anything in or out of our rooms except a very few specified objects (like you couldn't take a sweater out of the room, stuff like that), so I knew there was no way he was going to allow me to have a little animal running around!

I had to figure out what to do, so I needed to phone my mom so she could come and get Jinny and take care of her, but the dorm manager wouldn't let me make a phone call, because we could only use the phone at certain times (here I'm sure that the "dorm" was being conflated with the inpatient psych ward at the hospital, for obvious reasons, given recent events). I was really upset, watching Jinny running around the room, looking so cute, while I worried about who would take care of her.

At one point, there were a lot of people in the room for some reason (including the mean dorm manager, though he had not noticed Jinny), and Jinny got scared, running around underfoot, and she did this puffed-up fur thing to make herself look bigger, and she had this frightened expression on her face. I knew I had to get her out of there.

So I went out and illicitly found a pay phone and called my mom, but I don't remember if she was going to come get Jinny or not. I only remember that I found the phone so I could call her. Somebody had to take care of Jinny, since I couldn't do it.

Rather obvious interpretations spring to mind. Could Jinny perhaps have been ... I don't know ... me? Hmm.

Walking without tunes

I've been taking my headphones off a lot lately when I'm walking. I just walk along, thinking, looking at stuff, taking a lot of pictures. It's like walking used to be, before iPods. Interesting.